All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the windThe bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of bloodFor the return of the sun, a winter sacrificeOx, dog, horse, sheep and slave, all offered to the gods

The dusk of grey keeps falling upon the landscape bleakWhite gently still the bodies away, hanging in god's treeThe ring of torches lighting up the heath, a ghostly shineThe mighty ash unites the earth with sky for all time

The golden meat flows freely, chant of the sun is sungThe runes are read out loud and clear, midwinter night is longLife giving disc shall fill the sky once more in all its spanThe vinterblot, a reawakening, hail Nordland